Bane: Ah, Mr. Anderson, I see you are as predictable in this world as you are in the other.
Trinity: He's out of his mind.
Bane: It may appear that way to you, but Mr. Anderson and I know that appearances can be deceiving.
Neo: Who are you?
Bane: Still don't recognize me? I admit it is difficult to even think encased in this rotting piece of meat. The stink of it filling every breath, a suffocating cloud you can't escape. Disgusting. How pathetically fragile it is. Nothing this weak is meant to survive.
You were right Smith. You're always right. It was inevitable.
Neo: One way or another, I'm getting on this train.
Trainman: You don't get it. I built this place. Down here I make the rules. Down here *I* make the threats.
[the Trainman punches Neo, sending him flying back into the wall]
Trainman: Down here... I'm God.
Neo: It's been an honor, sir.
Morpheus: No. The honor is still mine.
Trinity: Six hours ago, I was ready to give my life for you. Do you know what has changed in the last six hours?
Roland: This is asinine. If you want to kill yourself, go ahead, but do it without wasting one of our ships.
Neo: You have to believe me. I have to go.
Roland: Bullshit. I'm captain of this ship, *I'll* say where it has to go. And believe me, this ship will go to hell long before I let you take it anywhere!
Niobe: He can have mine.
Roland: Niobe! You can't do that!
Niobe: Don't you even begin to tell me what I can and can't do with my ship after your little speech.
Agent Smith: Why, Mr. Anderson? Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting for something? For more that your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Yes? No? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. The temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself, although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson. You must know it by now. You can't win. It's pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why do you persist?
Neo: Because I choose to.
Trinity: If you tell me we'll make it I'll believe you.
Neo: We'll make it. We have to.
[as the machine drones swarm around him]
Neo: I only ask to say what I've come here to say. After that, do what you want and I won't try to stop you.
[the drones withdraw and resolve into a face]
Deus Ex Machina: Speak.
Neo: The program Smith has grown beyond your control. Soon he will spread through this city, as he spread through the matrix. You cannot stop him. But I can.
Deus Ex Machina: [shouting] WE DON'T NEED YOU! WE NEED NOTHING!
[the drones swarm around Neo again]
Neo: If that's true, then I've made a mistake, and you should kill me now.
[the drones swarm... and draw back into the face again]
Deus Ex Machina: What do you want?
Neo: I just have never...
Rama-Kandra: ...heard a program speak of love?
Neo: It's a... human emotion.
Rama-Kandra: No, it is a word. What matters is the connection the word implies. I see that you are in love. Can you tell me what you would give to hold on to that connection?
Rama-Kandra: Then perhaps the reason you're here is not so different from the reason I'm here.
Agent Smith: Mr. Anderson. Welcome back, we missed you.
[Agent Smith pauses and looks around at the multitude of clones he has created]
Agent Smith: Like what I've done with the place?
Neo: It ends tonight.
Agent Smith: I know it does, I've seen it. That's why the rest of me is just going to enjoy the show because we already know that I'm the one that beats you.